She's prepared as an observer

Two legionnaires stepped forward and grabbed Agrona by the arms, pulling her roughly to her feet. The led her into the Legate's tent following the direction of a servant, and bound her to a stake beside a large metal bathtub. She hissed at them as they tied her hands behind her and wrapped a leather strap around her throat and the stake, leaving her legs free. She was surprised they made no attempt to grope or fondle her helpless body, but perhaps they were constrained by fear of the Legate.

The soldiers left, and shortly thereafter other servants entered bearing buckets of hot water, pouring it into the tub. As they filled it, other servants led in her sister and stepdaughters. They were naked and washed clean of grime, all of them looking utterly cowed and submissive. Her sister Dierdre glanced at her for a moment, then looked down in shame. Her stepdaughters seemed to be completely unnerved, looking down at the ground as they were made to kneel by the bath.

A few minutes later Titus strode naked into the bath chamber, looking about and nodding in satisfaction. The bath steamed luxuriantly, the waters carried from a nearby hot spring, and the air was full of clean herbal fragrances.

Agrona stared at him with undiluted hatred, which only seemed to deepen as he smiled at her, and stood before the three kneeling women, looking down at their naked bodies. Agrona saw a cruel smile twitch his lips and his flaccid cock start to harden. The girls did not look up at him, all of them staring at the ground.

"You there, sister of this rebel bitch, look up at me!" Dierdre slowly raised her head, her eyes wide with apprehension. "What is your name?"

"Deirdre, my Lord Legate." Her voice was soft and timid, with a faint tremor of fear in it. Agrona saw his interest as she spoke. Her sister was pretty, with angular features and a face framed by a mane of red hair. Her skin was soft and pale, and her breasts were round orbs still firm with youth and tipped with large areolas and pert pink nipples. Her limbs were clean and smooth, and a pretty muff of red hair peeked from between her thighs.

"How old are you Deirdre?"

"Twenty my Lord Legate." Her eyes were fixed on his flaccid cock which was at her eye level, and Agrona saw him give a little smile of satisfaction.

"Had you a husband?"

"I was betrothed my Lord Legate. But I know not what became of him. Perhaps he was slain in battle."

"Or simply ran for his life like a beaten cur," Titus said, watching a flicker of dismay cross the woman's face, before moving on to stand before the twins.

They had the same thick red hair as Deirdre and Agrona, but they were more slender and willowy. Their breasts looked no bigger than halved peaches on their chests, each tipped with a tiny pink nipple. Titus stood before them, drinking in the sight of their nubile youth.

"What are your names, wenches?"

"Regan, my Lord Legate," answered one, quickly followed by the other. "Isolde my Lord Legate." Regan seemed to have recovered some of her confidence, daring to look up and meet his gaze, although with no sign of hatred or defiance. Her eyes flickered to his cock, and back to his face, her lower lip bitten between her teeth.

"Very well, tonight you are honoured to be chosen to attend me in my bath. Perform well and you may benefit. Perform poorly and you may join the fate of the other women you were bound with. Even now they are enjoying the tender romances of my soldiers." He laughed and saw all three women shudder before turning to the bound queen.

"Watch closely, Agrona. Perhaps you will learn how to be a loyal servant of the Imperium," he said with a cynical leer as he stepped into his bath and sat, gesturing for the three young women to begin.